This is a song about "Holding naked"

And i need you to show me love

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Naked body baking and tasting

I know the moves i'm making

Stand on the balcony naked

But i remain the good kid

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Days turned for the worst as i run home naked

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

I never laughed just waited naked as the time moved past,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Are too far out for naked eyes to see